He rejected her. She loathes him. Now they have to fool
everyone and pretend they actually like each other.

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He
rejected her. She loathes him. Now they have to fool everyone and pretend they
actually like each other.

Tanner Harris has been busy shagging his
way through the ladies of east London, but getting caught by the paparazzi
buck-naked with his trouser snake in his hands means he’s sowed his last wild
oat.

Dr. Belle Ryan once thought Tanner Harris
was the perfect kind of bearded bad boy she needed to relieve a bit of stress
after her intense job as a surgical fellow, but an icy cold rejection from
London’s sluttiest footballer puts the two at each other’s throats.

Fate and a favour conspire to put Tanner
and Belle back in each other’s paths and they’re forced to do a lot more than
get along to save face and their careers.

Rage turns to passion and tempers run
sizzling hot when they realise they aren’t just falling for each other—they’re
jumping head first. And neither have the endurance to keep their hands to
themselves.

Excerpt

I cheers my beer with hers and chug
the rest down. I drop the bottle and begin swirling Indie around in a childish
spin that sends us both flying in different directions and crashing to the
ground. Hot, sweaty hands wrap around me and pull me to my feet.

I attempt to shove him away, but he
feels like one of those doors that you push when you’re supposed to pull. He
doesn’t budge. He leans in close and whispers in my ear, “I’d like to put my
hands on your tight little—”

Right when I’m about ready to punch
the wank stain in his vile mouth, I nearly fall over as a strange momentum
spins me away. The man’s hands are no longer groping me. They are now pinned
deftly behind his back by no other than—

“Tanner?” I utter with a gasp, my
hands covering my mouth at the shock of the scene before me.

“Shove the fuck off, you disgusting
prat, before I turn your wrist into a pretzel.” Tanner pushes him into a nearby
table, and the man almost topples over but catches himself before scurrying
away without a look back.

Blue, angry eyes swerve to me.
“Ryan,” Tanner growls, slicing a hand through his hair to get it off of his
face. “I’ve texted you like twenty times.”

His shoulders rise and fall with a
deep breath. “I’m taking you home. You’re completely pissed.”

My eyes narrow. “Of course I am.
It’s Tequila Sunrise night.”

“I don’t give a fuck,” he snaps.
“Let’s go.”

I shoot him a murderous look when a
voice interrupts us. “I’ve got mine. You got yours?” I turn to see Camden
holding a sleepy-looking Indie against his body.

Determination slices through
Tanner’s voice. “I’ve got her.”

I turn to face him, stumbling a bit
as I wag my finger in his face. “Hey, I am not
yours!” Suddenly, Tanner bends over and I’m airborne for a second, landing
heavily on top of his shoulder. “Are you fucking kidding me, Harris?” I begin
pounding on his back but it’s to no avail. “I’m in a dress. My arse is hanging
out for all of England!”

“Your arse was hanging out when you
spread out on the floor a minute ago. I’m taking you home, Ryan. Even if you’re
kicking and screaming.”

“You’re such an arrogant arsehole!”
My hands stop their assault on Tanner’s backside in favour of covering my rump.
This is mortifying. I hang my head and let my hair cover my face, praying like
fuck I don’t see anyone I know. “I can’t believe this is happening.”

“Believe it, woman.” Tanner pauses
at the door and turns his body so my head is facing a different direction.
“Now, tell this nice man I’m not a rapist.”

A bouncer-looking bloke turns his
head upside down to make eye contact with me. I mumble, “He’s not a rapist.
Just a walking dead man.” I straighten a bit with my crescendoed scream. The
bouncer lets out a hearty laugh that dumps hot coals into the pit of my belly.
So not the reaction I was looking
for.

He moves to let us pass and then
Tanner drops me down in front of a cab. I ball up my fists and wallop him a few
times. “I’m not a petulant child, you animal.”

He doesn’t even flinch.

I exhale in concession and fold
myself in behind Indie and Camden. When we’re all in the cab and it begins
moving, Tanner breaks the silence with a surprisingly jovial tone. “Well, did
you all have a fun night?”

About
the Author

Amy Daws
is a lover of all things British and her London-based love stories bring the
incredible city to life on every page. Read all about hot British men,
hilarious heroines, and unforgettable and original ensemble casts that pull out
all the feels.